Hello Queen, we haven't seen each other in a while! Can I ask for a story with Larry who argues with a cat? I love Larry, my man is so stupid
Oh ehy! How are you? Of couse you can! Here we go -`♡´-
He hates me! - Larry Jhonson
Larry Johnson has always insisted that Sal's cat is evil. Not "mischievous" or "territorial." Actually evil. Larry is sprawled across Sal's couch with his legs stretched out and a bag of chips resting on his stomach. The movie playing on the TV has long since become background noise because for the past ten minutes he and Gizmo have been staring each other down. «I'm telling you, this cat has something against me.» Sal barely looks up from his phone, a chip pinched between his fingers, his prosthetic slightly lifted. «You said the same thing yesterday.» «Because it was true yesterday and it's true today.» Gizmo, perched on the armrest, slowly blinks. Larry points at the cat with a half-eaten chip. «See that? He just gave me a dirty look.» «He literally just closed his eyes,» the blue-haired boy mumbles. «No, he does it on purpose. He does it just to drive me insane.» Sal lets out a quiet laugh. Larry pops the chip into his mouth and reaches into the bag for another one, but before he can eat it, a furry paw appears in front of his hand. «No.» Gizmo tries again. «I said no.» Another paw swipe. Larry hugs the bag to his chest. «These are mine.» Gizmo watches him for a moment before calmly jumping onto the bed and settling directly on top of Larry's jacket, which had been tossed there earlier. «Hey!» Larry protests. The cat completely ignores his outrage and makes himself even more comfortable, kneading the fabric with his paws. Sal laughs as he finishes typing a text message with his thumb. «Larry, you know it. He's adopted you already.» «Yeah, no. Not happening.» Larry gets up, abandoning the chips on the coffee table before walking over to the bed. By now Gizmo is already purring, stretched across the jacket as if he owns it. «You're just a stupid fat cat.» As soon as Larry reaches for him, Gizmo rubs against his hand. Larry lasts about three seconds before he starts scratching behind the cat's ears. «Traitor...» he mutters to himself. Gizmo closes his eyes in satisfaction and falls asleep almost immediately. «Fantastic,» Larry comments, looking up at the ceiling. «What?» Sal asks, crunching on a chip without even looking away from his phone. «Now I can't move.» Sal smiles behind his prosthetic. «Told you. He loves you.» Larry looks down at the little ball of fur sleeping against his palm and lets out a sigh. «This war is taking a really weird turn.»
